Bradford High School - Resume Yearbook (Bradford, OH)

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99 ANNUAL 1936 I decided to return to Ohio by plane. When I went to the airport to get the schedules, I stopped to buy a magazine. The first name I saw was Lucile Kahler, in big letters. I saw that my old pal was a short story writer. As it was one o’clock and my plane left in fifteen minutes I decided to wait. Soon I was on the plane and we were ready to go. I began thinking about everyone I had seen or asked about, and I had accounted for all my classmates but Esther Davis. Where was Esther? As if in answer to my query, she appeared before me attired in a trim uniform. Esther was an airplane stewardess. She was completely wrapped up in her work. She hoped to be a pilot, someday. While we were talking, the motor supttered and died. The pilot tried frantically to start it, but to no avail. My last thought before we crashed was: “I knew if I took an airplane it would crash.” When I came to, my husband was rubbing my hands and calling my name. I found myself, not in an airplane crash, or the hospital, but on the floor! I had been dreaming and had fallen off my chair. — 16 —

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“g»» ANNUAL 193® As many other places were included in my itinerary, I bade. Ruth farewell, stepped on my carpet, and whizzed away from the sunny south. Perhaps I hadn’t mentioned that was early summer and I wanted to see Canada in summer, so I directed my carpet that way. Finally I arrived at Quebec and was enthralled by its serene beauty. I employed a guide to tour the surrounding territories. The lakes, rivers, snow clad mountains and roaming animals made the country too beautiful to seem real. To complete the scene, a mounted policeman appeared riding a beautiful black horse. As he came nearer, I recognized Kenneth Gibboney. He told me all about his work. As I left him, I thought that the life of a “Mountie” must be a thrilling experience. Going back to Quebec, I sprained my ankle and my guide insisted that I go to a doctor. To quiet him, I visited Doctor Bronson. I had been in the waiting room about ten minutes, when the doctor’s assistant came in. She looked very familiar and suddenly I knew it was Mary Reck. While she bound my ankle, according to Doctor Bronson’s orders, we had a nice little chat. I left with her promise to visit me soon. On my journey back to the states. I saw a large bridge under construction. Curiosity again got the better of me and I descended to the ground, alighting by a group of workmen. I soon discovered that the engineer and designer of the project was Hubert Magee. I recalled how Hubert had always enjoyed such work and I was glad he had made such a success of it. From the bridge I went straight to New York City. I purchased a city directory in order to see if any of my schoolmates were located there. I found that Elizabeth Ward was running an “Elderly Ladies’ Home.” Mary Jane Cavender was a music instructor in a pub ic high school. Richard Stocker was, of all things, an undertaker. I wonder what Mary thinks of that, or maybe she doesn’t even remember “her Dickie.” Mary Ellen Min-nich was an attorney and was spoken of as “the greatest criminal lawyer.” Harold Boyer was employed as an advertising expert for a well known firm. Henry Keller was the owner and operator of a large creamery. I had heard of a football game between Chicago University and Northwestern, so I decided to attend that game. I reached Chicago just in time. At the stadium I met Florence Stoler, who was Chicago University’s head cheer leader. That brought back memories of my high school days when Florence and Esther Davis used to lead the student body in cheers. Later I met Ruby Wyan on the street. She told me she had been training to be a missionary and would soon leave for India. She told me that Lorraine Minnich was teaching in the public schools and that Tommy Carine was athletic coach in one of the schools. Leaving Ruby, I visited Carmeta Kelch’s Charm School. It was such in every sense of the word, and all the debutantes had graduated from Car-meta’s school. From Carmeta I learned that Dorothy Penny was a matron in a children’s home. I went into Marshal Field’s Department store ancl there saw Treva Grise, who was a cosmetic expert. Treva told me that Carl Sargent was the manager of one of the state experiment farms and that Eileen Smith was one of the heads at Northwestern. I bought a pound of chocolates and learned from the clerk who sold them to me. that Eugenia Colliflower was a dietitian in Shraft’s Candy Kitchen. I rather envied Eugenia her job. — IS —

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” ANNUAL 193® Class Will We, the Senior class of 1936 knowing that our days in Bradford High School are numbered, do hereby will and bequeath our trials and characteristics listed below. Article I—The Senior class wills its excellent conduct in English class to the Juniors. Article II—The Senior class wills its vacant places on the football and basketball teams to the Sophomore boys. We wish you more luck, boys. Artice III—The Senior class wills three long years of mental perspiration to the Freshman Class. Article IV— 1— 1, Lucile Kahler, do hereby will my D’s in conduct to Alberta Elson. 2— I, Harold McCann, do hereby will my dignity to my brother, Carl. 3— I, Betty Robertson, do hereby will my lipstick to Mary Elizabeth Hoover. 4— I, Lorraine Minnich, do hereby will my various ways of arranging hair to Virginia Carter. 5— I, Wilbur Bucholtz, do hereby will the length of my nose to Omer Rasor. 6— I, Ethel Helman, do hereby will my fingernail polish to Glenna Westfall. 7— I, Mary Grace Faun, do hereby will my clarinet talent to Mary Edna Boyer. 8— 1, Henry Keller, do hereby will my excellent English to Miss Brown. 9— I, Harold Boyer, do hereby will my slow speech to Grace Sliger. 10— We, Esther Davis and Florence Stoler, do hereby will our excellent cheer leading ability to anyone who wants it. (The next unlucky persons) 11— I, Mary Marker, do hereby will my talent as a ‘blues singer’ to Miss Martin. — 17 —